Chapter 98

Even if these high-level executives and government officials were usually very composed, they couldn't help but laugh out loud when they heard the name "Yang Xi."

The influence of the movie "Dong Cheng Xi Jiu" was still considerable, so the group quickly understood the meaning of what Yang Chen had said. However, after laughing, they suddenly realized something was wrong. The person they were facing was Zhou Dongcheng, the young master of Dongxing, the little emperor of the underground world in the eastern district of Zhonghai. This kid dared to joke with him like this, was he asking for death!?

But Zhou Dongcheng's reaction was surprisingly not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "Mr. Yang, you really know how to joke, but I like humorous men."

His voice was soft and sweet, seemingly with a hint of shy joy.

Yang Chen felt goosebumps all over his body. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and exhaled a puff of white smoke to calm himself down. "I don't like being liked by men."

"You not liking to be liked doesn't mean I can't like you," Zhou Dongcheng said in a somewhat convoluted way.

Yang Chen, holding the cigarette in one hand, scratched his head, not caring if the cigarette burned his hair. The sticky and soft young master of Dongxing was much more troublesome than he had imagined. If he were a fierce and powerful type, Yang Chen wouldn't be afraid, but this guy was like a cotton ball, making it hard to use any force.

The guests around them had already started their own activities, and a few teams had begun to slowly hit the ball on the tennis court.

The warm sunlight spread over the court. Yang Chen stretched lazily and stopped talking.

Zhou Dongcheng stared at Yang Chen's frowning face as he smoked. After a while, he continued to smile, "I know Mr. Yang might have some misunderstandings about me, but I genuinely want to be friends with Mr. Yang. Is there a chance?"

"Friends?" Yang Chen said ambiguously. "Your way of making friends is to send cars to track me?"

Zhou Dongcheng didn't deny it, nodding frankly, "Yes, but that time was just an accident. I didn't expect Mr. Yang to use such decisive means. But I can assure you, I won't pursue it. In fact, I only instructed them to investigate Mr. Yang's surroundings."

"I don't like being investigated," Yang Chen said coolly.

Zhou Dongcheng looked at him fearlessly, "I promise I won't do it again, Mr. Yang Chen. And as a man with a broad mind, I believe you can forgive my rash actions that time."

Already being addressed with respect, Yang Chen couldn't say anything harsh. He nodded indifferently, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to make things complicated."

"Then, as a friend, can you accompany me to play a game of tennis?" Zhou Dongcheng suddenly asked.

"I've never played."

"That's fine. What matters is the friendly form, not the score."

Zhou Dongcheng's words were irrefutable, and his proactive gesture made Yang Chen feel helpless. Yang Chen sighed, stood up first, and walked to Tang Wan's side, saying, "Ms. Tang, can I borrow a racket?"

Tang Wan had been paying attention to Yang Chen and Zhou Dongcheng's conversation. Although she couldn't hear clearly, she guessed they might have had previous contact. She nodded without saying much and signaled a waiter to bring Yang Chen a standard racket.

Zhou Dongcheng's followers immediately took out a pink racket from a sports bag, matching the color of his clothes. This unusual color choice didn't attract much attention, as it was no secret in this circle that Zhou Dongcheng liked men and enjoyed feminizing himself. People had seen it so often that they were no longer surprised.

When Yang Chen and Zhou Dongcheng stepped onto the court, the two girls who were playing gave up their spot obediently.

Many of the businessmen and politicians present began to doubt their judgment. Yang Chen could chat with Zhou Dongcheng and even play tennis with him. Could he be a significant figure? But there was no one like him among the prominent figures in Zhonghai. Many guessed he might be a young master from an influential family outside.

"Hey..." Yang Chen walked to the side of the court and asked Mo Qianyi, who was chatting with a few people, "Miss Mo, how do you play tennis?"

Mo Qianyi was taken aback. Although she didn't know why this man was asking such a silly question, she explained simply, "Just hit the ball back after it bounces once on the ground. If it goes out of bounds, you lose a point."

"Oh, I get it," Yang Chen recalled the scenes he had seen on TV, roughly understanding the basics.

"You don't know how to play?" Mo Qianyi noticed the problem and asked suspiciously.

Yang Chen answered honestly, "I've never played, but I have a general idea."

Most people who have played tennis know that, although the racket looks big and the ball is much larger than a ping-pong ball, it's not easy to hit a ball that bounces on the ground in this seemingly small court.

Many beginners, when they first play tennis, feel that the ball is clearly flying right in front of them, but they just can't hit it. Hitting it back and scoring a point is even harder.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yang Chen, with a cigarette in his mouth, walked onto the court and said to Zhou Dongcheng on the other side, "Come on, let's play a few rounds."

Many in the crowd picked up on the double meaning in his words and showed strange expressions. Mo Qianyi blushed slightly, finding this guy's speech always so crude.

Zhou Dongcheng, however, smiled gently and then threw the ball, swinging his racket! His movements weren't very standard, but his body's bending and jumping made him look graceful.

The ball drew a smooth arc, crossed the net, and bounced diagonally on Yang Chen's side of the court!

Yang Chen was already standing where the ball would bounce. Since his right hand was holding the cigarette, he naturally used his left hand to hold the racket and easily hit the ball!

"Bang!!" The ball and the racket collided with a muffled sound!

The tennis ball, to the surprise of the crowd, flew over the net and shot out of the court!

Like a missile launched into the sky, it drew a diagonal line, crossing a distance of twenty to thirty meters, and even flew over the nearly ten-meter-high wire fence at the edge of the court, landing in the parking lot outside.

Many girls let out exclamations of surprise. Could this be a ball hit by a left-handed person!?

Even if the ball went out of bounds, it was understandable, but this man, with a casual swing of his left hand, made the ball fly over the wire fence!

Even if given a well-weighted stone, no one in the crowd would dare say they could easily throw it over that wire fence!

Seeing the shocked expressions of the people around him, including Zhou Dongcheng, Yang Chen realized he had accidentally used too much force, though he hadn't really. He had just underestimated the elasticity between the tennis ball and the racket.

He smiled awkwardly, flicked the ash, and put the cigarette back in his mouth. "Sorry, this ball is quite bouncy. I'll go pick it up after we finish."

The others smiled stiffly, looking at Yang Chen's not particularly muscular arm with strange expressions. If that hand gave them a punch, they would probably be dead.

"Mr. Yang truly has incredible strength," Zhou Dongcheng, a man of the world, quickly regained his composure. He had already known about Yang Chen's exceptional martial arts skills. He took a new ball from his follower and said, "Let's continue."

This time, Yang Chen didn't use much force, just enough to hit the ball back to the other side. As for the angle and speed, Yang Chen didn't care. The trajectory of the tennis ball in his eyes was as slow as a turtle, with no pressure at all.

The people on the sidelines saw Yang Chen walking leisurely on the court, always standing where the ball would bounce, and then casually hitting it back with one hand, always landing where Zhou Dongcheng was standing, without needing him to move to receive the ball.

Everyone could see that Yang Chen wasn't playing tennis; he was playing with the ball!

Although Yang Chen's stance and playing style were "ugly," this didn't affect the crowd's evaluation of his tennis skills.

Many young women were already starry-eyed. Yang Chen, with a cigarette in his mouth, sweat on his forehead, hair blowing in the wind, and a slightly furrowed but relaxed expression, had deeply captured their attention.

Tang Wan noticed that Mo Qianyi was looking at Yang Chen with a slightly dazed expression, similar to the other women, and sighed softly.

In Tang Wan's view, Yang Chen was undoubtedly a playboy. She had realized this from the first time he sought her out by the river. Later, when she saw him with Li Jingjing at her daughter's school, she became even more convinced. She didn't expect it to be Mo Qianyi this time.

Li Jingjing was a simple girl, so it was normal for her to be deceived by Yang Chen. But Mo Qianyi, a famous female public relations officer in the business world and an outstanding manager, being deeply entangled, made Tang Wan wonder what Yang Chen had that could capture the hearts of these two very different but equally outstanding girls.

Seeing the man on the court, who was casually displaying his clumsy skills but effortlessly controlling the tennis ball, Tang Wan had a slight realization. It seemed that this man's greatest feature was something other men couldn't possess.

Yang Chen didn't know that Mo Qianyi was looking at him with a new perspective, nor did he realize that Tang Wan, who greeted him with a smile, had already placed him on her blacklist. He only gradually realized that Zhou Dongcheng was almost out of strength to hit the ball back. After hitting the ball dozens of times, Zhou Dongcheng was almost exhausted.

When the ball bounced in front of him again, Yang Chen directly caught it with his hand, spat out the cigarette, and shouted to Zhou Dongcheng, "Do you want to keep playing?"

Zhou Dongcheng, drenched in sweat, bent over, supporting his knees to keep from falling to the ground. He threw the racket and waved his hand weakly, saying pitifully, "No... no more..."

"I'm leaving," Yang Chen really didn't want to stay in this place. Because of Rose, Zhou Dongcheng was his enemy, but this enemy kept smiling at him, which was unbearable!

Zhou Dongcheng, somewhat anxious, didn't care about his exhaustion and panted, "Mr. Yang, wait... I wonder if I have the honor to invite Mr. Yang to dinner?"

Dinner with you, my sister!

Yang Chen, thinking of sitting at a candlelit dinner table with a flamboyant and flirtatious man, felt a chill. He grabbed Mo Qianyi's hand and said, "Let's go, I'm hungry and want to eat!"

Without giving Mo Qianyi a chance to react, he forcefully pulled her away.

Mo Qianyi, feeling the warm touch of Yang Chen's hand, blushed and her heart raced, but she had no strength to resist and no intention of pulling her hand away. She hurriedly said goodbye to a few executives and left the tennis court with Yang Chen.

Zhou Dongcheng's followers helped the dejected young master to the side of the court. Someone asked with a dark face, "Young Master, that Yang Chen is disrespectful. Should we send some brothers to give him a little gift?"

Zhou Dongcheng gave him a cold glance, scaring him so much that he almost wet his pants.

"Yang Chen is my friend. He's a real man. Don't say anything bad about him in front of me!"

"Yes... yes... Young Master..."

Zhou Dongcheng looked in the direction Yang Chen had left, falling into a trance again.

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